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grandmother poem

in halls of sleep you wandered by
brother, i am fire
you say you love me
wheel me down by the meadow
i hold your heart
beautiful, tragical faces
above them all, looking down
the light withdrawn
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
high walls and huge
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
i go my way complacently
i am a woman

 



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